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clouds768
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- Jan 25, 2020
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Hello i found this site not too long ago maybe 1 hour ago? I dont know but I just know I've been wanting to die and i think the time is now. Im 20 years old and all my life has been torture since I remember. One of my earliest memories is hiding under my crib at 3 years old from my dad so he wouldnt hit me. Idk maybe saying my story or whatever you want to call it will make me feel better but typing on this site makes me feel desperate and crazy. Ive been abused by my parents since i was a child. I have a twin and she already killed herself so i guess it's my turn. My dad hit me with anything ranging from his hand to a cattle prod. Called me every name in the book and never told me he loved me and my mom in fear of getting hurt also just sat back and watched everything happen to us. Just a couple weeks ago she admitted to me that she knew my sister was going to kill herself but she was too absorbed into protecting herself she didn't do anything. I wish my parents tried harder. To this day I still get abused. Ive also been sexually assaulted by my cousin on my moms side when i was 7 and then i was sexually assaulted all through middle school by an older boy. All through this ive been battling panic disorder and now agoraphobia which has taken a huge toll on myself. Ive tried for help and nothing has worked. I cut myself all through middle school and high school but once they found out my sister was doing it also they would make us stand in our underwear and do nightly checks so if there was a new cut then we'd get hit. One day my sister just cut herself too deep. I tried ctb in 9th grade i bought maybe 12 xanax pills and was just going to swallow them then hope for the best but then i met my boyfriend. We've been dating for 6 years now and he's the best thing thats ever happened to me. He's the only one who has ever truly loved me. But the feeling of sucide has always been there. I just tell myself "Live for him." "You can live for him." But that band aid is slowing falling off. I just always wondered why I was chosen to be the one to have to be put through all this. Why did it have to be me? Then i think at least maybe because im suffering someone out there is living the best possible life they can have. I dont know just trying to find the tiny strings I can grasp onto. My hands tingle everytime I think about hurting myself. I just wanted happiness but Ive been waiting for 20 years now for it and I dont want to wait anymore. Maybe somewhere inside my parents heart they will be hurt by this but i have nothing to lose except my boyfriend and my puppy. I love them so much and I hate what trauma i might cause my boyfriend but I know he'll pull through and find someone who isnt as broken as I am. Peace peace